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Feeling a mix of shock, disbelief, and a touch of horror, I stumbled back from the scene in Emmett's office. The image of him clutching his sausage and uttering my name looped relentlessly in my mind. My initial urge to confront him dissolved into a whirlwind of confusion and panic.

As if the situation couldn't get any worse, the realization hit me like a freight train—I was pregnant. Emmett's proposal to "do the right thing" and marry me sounded like a twisted joke. The mere thought of spending the rest of my life tied to him sent shivers down my spine.

I wrestled with the weight of the situation, grappling with the fear of raising a child alone versus the dread of marrying a man I couldn't stand. My mind raced with possibilities, none of which offered a clear path forward.

In the midst of this chaos, quitting my job seemed like a distant concern. My priorities shifted from escaping Emmett's tyrannical grip to navigating the uncharted territory of impending motherhood and a tangled web of unwanted complications.

With each passing moment, the gravity of my mistake sank in deeper. I was trapped in a situation of my own making, with no easy way out. The future loomed uncertain, a daunting landscape of difficult choices and unforeseen consequences. But one thing was certain—I couldn't let Emmett dictate the course of my life, no matter what he claimed was the "right thing" to do.

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